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you can’t ponder your agony or feel the pain
when the music is loud and the whiskey flows 
drowning out the echoes of battle 

Immortalizing the legends
their blood splattered on stone
from the false prophets an politicians come the stories
and heroes are falsely proclaimed

misconstrued stories retold time after time
sometimes just outright lie's 
on these blooded fields hell was raised
humanity destroying one another as cultures collide
eloquently praised and heralded will be the reasons 
when history is written by the ones that won 

I've never been one to call myself a hero
nor do I call myself a poet just a has been soldier
my roads have been long and at times they seemed barren 
often lonely but sometimes I liked it that way

motel rooms an roadside parks or a occasional one night stand
were often the places I laid my head for the night 
what did I learn from my travels far an wide you ask ?

you can’t ponder your agony or feel the pain 
when the music is loud and the whiskey flows
drowning out the echoes......

~ D Donner ~